I Saw a Biker Steal a Wheelchair From a Crying Old Woman Outside Walmart

knocking on my front door. I was in my chair in the kitchen. I didn’t get visitors. I rolled myself to the door thinking it was a Jehovah’s Witness.”

“And?”

“It was a teenager. Maybe eighteen, nineteen. Scrawny kid. Greasy hair. He had a red toolbox in his hand. He was standing on my porch shaking like a leaf.”

“He said, ‘Ma’am, my name is Raymond Hutchins continue reading …